cough cough

The journey of having a cold is sort of painful - for obvious reasons as well as the never ending question of when is it going to get better.

I got my cold on Friday. It started as a sinus headache with inflammation like mad.

By Saturday it had neatly progressed into congestion with tissues becoming my new friends.

By Sunday I was hopping around with a sore throat. Coughing raw. Dry. Deep.

By Monday I was much better. Little cough.

By Tuesday it was sliding back. The cough was getting a little harder, deeper.

By today, Wednesday, I can't cough without it going like to the bottom of my lungs and then out. My throat is swollen. My lymph nodes are like HEY DO YOU SEE ME? And I feel fatigued as hell.

As in, I cough like a few times in a row then want to pass out. Like head on my desk pass out.

My lungs and chest cavity and ribcage are just not big enough for coughing. It feels like my lungs are pressing against muscle against skin against the air and nothing wants to give. Plus there's the rough, dry, fire pouring upwards swirling at the back of my throat. It gets out when I cough but starts back again when I close my mouth.

Sleeping is great, except when I wake up at 4 AM going "oh my sweet merciful Messiah, I need something to drink." Cue walking out of the room, down the stairs, across the living room, into the kitchen. All this is good and easy. What's bad about that? It's all good and easy. As in, I'm wide awake (like let's take a jog! wide awake) and can see everything (as in "oh I should clean this place tomorrow morning" vision). What the hell. Is my cold making me supernatural?

My head feels heavy, and my throat seems to have like a lukewarm lead pipe with two molten-hot screws where my lymph nodes are stuck down at the back of my throat.

Mmm, what can you say. It'll be over soon. All colds go away at some point.